3 Strikes Lyrics

RELLO

3 Strikes Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rello]

On the road to the riches, don't let the money blind ya/
I got a bad chick with me, but her friend finer/
And we gon live it up, we gon drink it up/
We don't give a f**k, hey look at me now, bitch im glitted up/
Buzz big enough we ready for takeoff, bitches that played me back then
getting shaked off/
Syrup make me lean and the bud got me coughin'/
We let them haters hate until they ass get exhausted/
Because you see they I ain't running out of gas, 160 on the dash/
Hit this it will make you laugh haha/
But ain't a damn thing funny..if I eat my team eat man we all get
money/
Everybody at the party and we all getting right, it takes away the
bullshit in my life/
She got an appetite for new Diors, I want that penthouse sweet with the
glass floor/
And you know they say be careful what you ask for, but when you grew
up with nothing you gotta have more, uh/
So I don't wish for it I work for it, long nights, long mornings, no sleep,
good drugs, hard work, and some good plugs/

[Hook: Rello]

1 shot, 2 shots, I'm just living my life having fun getting wasted/
3rd strike 3 shots, yea I really think you done I don't think that you can
take it/
And we gon get it in tonight, I got my health and my people and we
living alright, hey/
And we gon smoke a ounce to this, thumbsup, hoes down just bounce
to this/

I got the club going crazy X8

[Verse 2: Rello]
How you ride? where you live? where you from? where them stacks of
that mother f**kin' bread at?/
I told her deep, 9dime, Carolina down the road from Cole World, where
your head at?/
Me and you would be a good look, I never cuff rule 1 in my good book/
Yeah, lights camera action now the lights is flashing still real no actin/
Went from harassed by cops to asked by cops to hit my weed lance
trees, I'm a astronaut, yea/
1 shot 2 shots I'mma po up, 3 shots now I'm leaning and I'm tore up/

[Hook: Rello]

I got the club going crazy X7/
Yeah bitch I got the club going crazy, I got the clubs going crazy/